cry me a river...yadda yadda yadda...
Well, I didn't get a part.
Shoot.
I went to the theatre for my first class this morning (drama lit) and saw that my name was absent from the list. Miss Price (the wonderful sub who is taking over for both Mrs. Nielsen and Mrs. Treger as they go on their maternity leaves) asked if I was ok. I managed to maintain my dignity, and my voice only broke a little as I told her that I was ok, that I just didn't get cast and that it was my last play.
I don't feel like crying anymore.
I'm still kind of pissed, though.
It's not fair for them to pretend to want me so much, for people to praise me so much and for me to get rejected.
This is a very closed environment, what's going to happen when I get out into the real world?
Shoot.
I went to the theatre for my first class this morning (drama lit) and saw that my name was absent from the list. Miss Price (the wonderful sub who is taking over for both Mrs. Nielsen and Mrs. Treger as they go on their maternity leaves) asked if I was ok. I managed to maintain my dignity, and my voice only broke a little as I told her that I was ok, that I just didn't get cast and that it was my last play.
I don't feel like crying anymore.
I'm still kind of pissed, though.
It's not fair for them to pretend to want me so much, for people to praise me so much and for me to get rejected.
This is a very closed environment, what's going to happen when I get out into the real world?